When the fire had passed Twilight approached placing a hoof on the dragon’s shoulder.
“Bolt it’s over. We won.” She assured giving him a small smile.
Bolt was breathing heavily as he came to his senses. He collected his wits closing his eyes while taking a deep breath. He quickly became cold wanting to be left alone.
“Well you got your magic back. What are you hanging around here for?” Bolt asked when Twilight wasn’t shook her head and replied.
“I agreed to use my magic to help you with something.” Her voice grew grim seeing the look on Bolt’s face. “What was it?”
Bolt gave a somber smile shaking his head.
“Forget it Twi. She never wanted to be saved anyway. You can’t do anything for anybody who doesn’t want to be saved anyway.”
The purple alicorn seemed shocked as she pieced what he was talking about together.
“Oh Bolt. You should know there’s no magic powerful enough to bring somebody back. Is that why you helped me?” She asked feeling sorry for the raging reptile.
“Nah you just remind me of somebody I used to know. That’s why I helped you out.” He said in his harsh voice.
The two sat silent in the smoke for a few moments before the dragon spoke up again.
“Besides I couldn’t let a fan of my books read my stuff with those dorky glasses. I’ll tell you what. I’ll send you a singed copy of my next book since you seem to enjoy them so much.” Bolt gave a cocky smile and flicked a two-fingered salute before turning to leave.
“Wait you are the author of those novels?” Twilight asked as the dragon leap into a dash.
Bolt shot off across the wasteland at speed of light leaving a trail of flames and lightning in his wake. Giving a wicked smile he digs his claws into the ground and spreads his wings to collect wind create drag, making it easier to turn. Running on all fours he shoots off towards the north of Equestria leaving the Deadlands far behind him.